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Thursday, May 14, 2015

there is a temple in the village to which the winds come to visit and street trees bow in prayer, where the dawn breaks anew upon its short stoop that leads to sky high minars and the out of tune whistle birds sing to the cacophonous blossoms of hibiscus

for a short while silence meets matter dispersing timeless pollen into my heart until the traffic of daylight submerges the night awakening the caretaker, the river, the shadowless

I know of a river With a silver city resting on its shores Which I often enter like a thief in the fading daylight.

This is my home Where no promises are made for entering otherwise all doors close and I am again in the middle of the black ocean under a dark sky in a ship carrying a cargo of flowers wasting away their perfume

The dream is disappearing before my open eyes Matter vapor dusting the fence Of finity Grabbing headlines of newspapers There will be a tomorrow But I won't be in it.

Sweltering along trodden pathways His remark no longer the burden That serious child, poor soul, I'm celebrating my way I'm on the highway High on the way my love Old fools enjoy the manure love is my wealth That breathes in impermanence Regret not then the effort wasted in wading through shallow waters When an ocean of adventure stares At Your refusal!

Monday, April 28, 2014

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.” ― Jon Krakauer

Thursday, March 07, 2013

I walk the empty streets tonightPaddling my way through lazy thoughts littered around me.This way and that I see how I try to grasp, and contain,The wispy reality which is but a dream I saw tomorrow.

There is an urge in all manAnd when it finds itself fulfilledBy the way a branch twists into the open sky,By the way a cloud embraces the mountain top for a halting retreatBy the way a bird flutters its wings open,Then and there, this and that MeetAnd the journey of a thousand miles is finished in one step.

I am back again on the empty streets,Thoughts wetted by the rain, join the streamInto the drain.The rent is paid and the celebration continues!